"The racetrack is still more than a dozen miles away, let's drive there."

Gao Jun had the heart to show off, and proudly pointed to the pickup truck and said.

In Baghdad, a war-torn place, expensive luxury cars are particularly crispy, but pickup trucks and side three-wheeled motorcycles are especially popular with militants, and of course, the main thing is that they are cheap, and if they are blown up, the arms dealers can still afford the goods.

Of course, this is also relative to militants with a little more power, such as Muhammad, a miscellaneous fish squad, the communication basically relies on roaring, and the march is basically tested... Even the teammates I am looking for are mostly rookies who have never seen blood.

"This car is good, where did it come from? Why haven't I seen it before? Muhammad said with a smile.

Gao Jun shrugged his shoulders, didn't explain much, opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, Muhammad saw that he didn't want to say, and he didn't force it, but his face was slightly embarrassed, and he saw the black man looking at him, and the old face was red, "What are you looking at?" Get things in the car! ”

After speaking, he got into the passenger seat, pouted his ass, took out a pack of American Spirit (American Spirit) from his pocket, grabbed one, and then signaled to Gao Jun: "Man, the taste from the United States, taste it..."

When he was in the countryside, Gao Jun was a good boy who didn't smoke or drink, and when he came to Baghdad, he liked to numb his brain with the smell of smoke, so that the sense of fear and death could dissipate a lot.

He glanced at it and shook his head disdainfully: "I don't like the American spirit, I like China!" ”

He took out his bag of male lions and shook it ostentatiously, "This is a gift from Red China!" ”

This pack of cigarettes looks crumpled and Gao Jun is reluctant to smoke them, which was given to him by a Chinese worker in a Baghdad factory, and only when he is homesick, he smokes half of it, which has the taste of home.

Gao Jun carefully pulled out the burned black half and put it on his mouth again, and the old taste on the cigarette holder was also a little intoxicating.

Muhammad was a little greedy and cheekily begged: "Gao, let me try." ”

Gao Jun squinted, leaned on his position, and sighed, "Fifty dollars!" ”

"What? Oh! ”

As soon as Muhammad was excited, he instantly stood up, and his head was just on the roof of the car, and he held his head in pain and screamed, but he didn't forget to scold his mother: "Damn bastard, high!" We are friends, were you Grandet in your last life? Allah will judge you for your filth! ”

For Iraqis, the lack of language makes it boring for them to curse, and "curses" like this are already serious.

But for Gao Jun's hob meat, it's just grinding knives on the skin of dead pigs - hair?

"Don't worry, Allah is coming, and he will collect money." Gao Jun smiled evilly.

Muhammad twisted his features, rubbed his head, sulked.

After Gao Jun heard the sound of the door closing in the rear, he kicked the accelerator and blasted out.

The momentary push on the back frightened the black man behind him screamed, clutching the seat in front of him, and praying in slang on his lips.

There is no speed limit in Baghdad, and the throttle is straight down.

"High! High! Where did you get this car? Muhammad shouted in a hurry.

This is not like an ordinary pickup truck at all, this displacement is almost close to the Ford F-150, and it can fly with wings!

Listening to the sound of the wind tearing outside the window, Gao Jun couldn't help but honk the horn arrogantly.

"Don't! Other! When Muhammad saw Gao Jun's behavior, he was so frightened that he hurriedly suppressed Gao Jun and lowered his voice in horror: "You don't want to die!" ”

Gao Jun was excited, and he also reacted, and smiled apologetically: "I'm so excited." ”

The beast that was suppressed in his bones was just being released, and the adrenaline was surging instantly, and he couldn't hold it for a while to do such a crazy thing.

In Baghdad, people like this are two or three meters old.

He was turning, and suddenly a gunshot rang out, and from behind the mirror, he could see a spark at the back of the car, and a head was popping out from the top of a tall building not far away.

"Get down! Sniper! ”

Gao Jun was startled, hurriedly put the integrator on the steering wheel, roared, raised his eyes, and saw from the rearview mirror that the black man in the back seat was about to push open the door and get out of the car, and angrily he kicked Muhammad, "Control your rookie!" Lao Tzu is going to speed up. ”

The throttle is directly stepped on, and the gear is directly hung to the full.

Muhammad was also a veteran of the battlefield, and although his heart palpitated, he also understood that if he got out of the car, he would become a moving target, and the sniper would not hesitate to shoot him in the head.

"Bastard! If you want to die, Lao Tzu will send you to Allah first, and lay down for me! ”

Muhammad pulled the bolt of the StG44 assault rifle in his hand and roared against the black man's chest, "You bastard! Lie down for Lao Tzu! ”

"Suddenly..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a shuttle of bullets hit the side door again.

"Southwest! AK47！ Muhammad I grass mud horse! Why are there so many people? Who have you offended? ”

Gao Jun's ears moved, and he heard the familiar voice of AK47, which is not a weapon used by regular troops in Baghdad, either reactionary forces, or... Baghdad gangsters!

"There are so many people who want to kill me, which one do you say?!" Muhammad also retorted frantically, his body was about to shrink under the passenger seat, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was suddenly stunned, there was a fierce two-headed dog carved under this seat!

"Cerberus Gangster!"

Muhammad lost his voice in fright, turned his head abruptly, and looked at Gao Jun: "You snatched this car?!" ”

"Yesterday a couple of thieves broke into my shop, and I killed them." Gao Jun couldn't hide it, so he said very casually.

"That must be Cerberus's! It's over! They must have found out, and this is to get revenge on you. Muhammad exclaimed anxiously, "They have come to you!" ”

"Gangster?"

"Nope! They are moths raised by the state...", Muhammad hesitated after being nervous: "They betrayed all of Iraq!" They are the lackeys of country M..."He had a grudge in his heart, and spit it out.

"You've got too many words!" Gao Jun impatiently pushed away the other party's head, "Lao Tzu is dead, and I will pull you along!" ”

Muhammad was just about to speak, when his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw a short man wearing a clown mask suddenly jump out of the alley in front of the car, carrying a Type 56 40mm bazooka on his shoulder, which is commonly known as 40 fire!

"Grass! RPG！！ ”

Gao Jun roared, but these words were instantly muffled by the sound of cannonballs, and a moment later, the huge impact overturned the entire car on its side.

"Wow..."

The pickup rolled three or four times before it tumbled to the ground in despair, the glass shattered to the ground, and a faint wail gradually rose.

"Whew..."

The masked clown screamed, slapped his mouth, let out a sneer, and trotted over, squatting on the side of the pickup truck, wanting to see if the person was dead, and as soon as the head was stuck in, a light and shadow suddenly appeared, piercing the clown's neck!

"Hoho..."

The clown's eyes widened suddenly, his whole body was shocked, and after he opened his hand and grabbed the scimitar on his neck, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his neck was crooked, and he was completely dead.

There was a weak groan from inside the car.

"Lao Tzu's life is valuable!"